The Boys on the Boat

DISCLAIMER: This story contains absolutely no sexual content whatsoever. If that is what you seek, please seek help instead. This story was not written by me, but by my friend Starwarrior. I am posting these stories here on his behalf.


The vast expanse of the Pacific Ocean stretched from horizon to horizon.  The sun shined down from the cloudless sky, warming the waters that were now choppy from a brisk sea breeze.  In the midst of this expanse of water, a small yacht cut a path through the sea.  Her sails were up and full of wind.  The white painted vessel skimmed along like a bird, with foam gurgling at her bow as she sliced speedily through the water.  One could see her name painted along the side of the vessel: Sprite.

 

On the deck of the Sprite three sun tanned boys frolicked.  There were two boys who were clearly brothers, each a blonde headed lad with a beaming smile.  The older brother was named Eddie and he was thirteen years old.  His younger brother was named Willy and Willy was a bubbly, energetic eight year old boy.  Eddie's friend completed the trio.  His name was Piper and he was a dark haired boy, the same age as Eddie.  The three boys were on holiday and what a holiday it was.  Eddie's uncle, Max, had taken them out on his boat and the boys had now spent over a month on the water.

 

The boys were loving it.  They lived for the water.  They swam and fished and learned how to sail their summer home.   Over the past month the three boys and adult had grown incredibly close.  They spent their days on the deck and when evening came played card games and board games below.  Every time they stopped at a port to take on supplies they explored and purchased trinkets which they either took aboard or mailed home.  It was shaping up to be a memorable experience.

 

As our story begins one can hear the stamping of bare feet and the cheerful laughter of young boys.  The three swimsuited lads ran around the deck; Eddie and Piper chasing Willy.  Willy had discovered on this voyage that being the youngest often resulted in his being subjected to playful torments from his older brother and his friend.  Not that he wasn't used to it.  Willy was often subjected to little brother torture at the hands of Eddie while at home.  But he found several factors were adding to his experience: his brother had a friend who was always with him, there were periods of boredom where there was little else to do but mess with siblings, and on board this rather small boat there was absolutely nowhere to run to for the purpose of avoiding or escaping it.  Short of jumping into the water Willy could only run until he was caught.

 

"Gotcha!"  Eddie called as he snagged Willy's arm.  Piper was right behind him and grabbed the other arm.  "Thought you could escape us, Silly Willy?"  Eddie teased.  Of course, Willy knew that escape was impossible.  But he had to at least try, especially since he knew what would happen when he was caught.  He gave a show of defiance, sticking his tongue out and blowing a raspberry at his older brother.  The two boys chuckled and began marching Willy toward the mast.  Willy, resigned to his fate, did not put up a fight as he was guided by the shoulders.

 

The two boys pushed Willy's back against the mast.  They took his arms and raised them high above his head.  They used two lengths of rope and tied his wrists up, leaving them suspended above his head.  They took another rope and tied him to the mast, wrapping the rope around his waist.  Willy was now immobilized and helpless to stop whatever they should choose to do to him.  And Willy knew what they aspired to.  He gave a long sigh and waited for his sibling to pronounce sentence.

 

"Willy.  The court martial finds you guilty of being a dork while on duty.  There is only one punishment for such an offense and that punishment is death by tickling!"

 

Willy rolled his eyes.  He suspected he had been convicted of being a dork while on duty over two dozen times during their voyage.  And the punishment had always been the same.  He gave a tug at the ropes around his wrists.  Looking up he could see that his biceps had developed a little from all the time spent climbing in the rigging and swimming.  And being tickle tortured by the older boys.  His skin was a little darker too.  All three boys had darkened from a month spent under the sun often just wearing swimming trunks.  They each had a fine tan they could show off when school resumed.

 

"Do you have any last words?"  Eddie asked.  Willy had a thought.  He knew he would pay for it but it would be worth it.  He smiled and whispered something.

 

"What?"  Eddie stepped close and Willy stomped his heel on Eddie's bare toes.  Eddie yelped and began hopping around on one leg, clutching his foot, while Piper and Willy shared a moment of laughter.  When Eddie regained his composure he gave Willy a sinister smile and stepped forward - though not close enough to be stepped on again.

 

"Think you're funny, Silly Willy?"  He asked.  Willy hated that nick name but he gave a smile and nodded his head.

 

"I'm glad it made you laugh.  I've got something else that can make you laugh too!"  Eddie reached out and wriggled his fingers into Willy's ribcage.  Willy squeaked and began to squirm from side to side.  The ropes gave him little room to wiggle with put he put up a valiant effort.  Sadly, his older brother's fingers were undeterred.  They kneaded each and every little rib, not leaving one unattended.  Eddie worked the ribs like dough and Willy giggled shrilly and bounced on his toes.

 

"Tickle tickle tickle!  Laugh baby brother!  I'm gonna tickle you to pieces."  Eddie teased.  He played his fingers down Willy's skinny ribs, inch by inch until he reached the softer, boneless areas of Willy's sides.  He tweaked the soft skin above the little boy's hips, watching him wiggle and yip.  He lingered there for awhile before working his kneading fingers back up.  He came upon the ribs again, feeling them through a soft layer of baby fat, and ran his fingers slowly upward in a creeping tickle that rose higher and higher.  Willy still giggled away.  His face was starting to flush..  Eddie brought his fingers just beneath the hollows of Willy's armpits.

 

"Gitchy gitchy gitchy goo!  Should I go any higher?"  Eddie taunted.  Willy shook his head no.

 

"Oh, why ever not, baby brother?  Could it be that you have a super ticklish spot there?"  Willy continued to giggle and nodded his head emphatically.  Eddie knew good and well that Willy was unbearably ticklish in his armpits.  But he loved teasing the little boy.  He was particularly fond of prolonging the suspense.  The little boy knew that ampit tickles were inevitable but Eddie kept him on the brink, taunting him with the thought that it would happen any second.

 

"Tickle tickle tickle!  Just think, any second now I could go right for your armpits.  Think of how much that's gonna tickle!  Oh boy!  You're just gonna laugh so hard when that happens.  I know you're just soooo ticklish.  I just don't think I can keep myself from doing it!  You'd better stop me!  You'd better move fast!"  Even though he knew it was hopeless Willy tugged frantically at his wrists.  The ropes held firm and Willy watched helplessly as Eddie scribbled his fingers into his hollows.  The little boy's knees buckled as he now cackled with laughter.  Willy's weight remained supported by the ropes around his wrists and waist which was fortunate as now he devoted his energy to laughing his head off.  He shook his head from side to side, his long blonde hair swishing about and coming over his eyes.

 

Piper had been watching the spectacle with some amusement and now he couldn't resist joining in.  Willy's belly was undulating as he laughed himself silly and Piper was drawn to the target.  He knelt beside Willy and raised his hands like claws.  He pressed his fingers in on either side of the little bouncing bellybutton and drilled his fingers into the tiny abs.  Willy shot back up on his toes and squealed.  He pulled at his hands again and thrashed from side to side.  He leaned his head back and bellowed hysterical laughter at the sky.  His eyes scrunched shut against the sun.

 

"Look at him laugh."  Eddie said.  "He's so ticklish!"

 

"It wouldn't be fun if he wasn't ticklish."  Piper replied.

 

"But I don't think he's laughing hard enough just yet.  Do you think you can laugh harder, Silly Willy?"

 

Willy shook his head no.

 

"I think he can!"  Piper exclaimed and he wiggled a finger into Willy's bellybutton.  The little boy screeched and stretched high on his tippy toes as if to launch himself away from the teasing fingers.  Eddie probed deep into Willy's armpits and the lad's frantic, wild laughter reached a fever pitch.  He bounced up and down on his toes and strained his arms with the effort of pulling his hands down.  His face had reddened from the effort of laughter and tears of laughter dribbled down his cheeks.  The sun continued to beat down upon the three boys and between his strenuous struggles and the warm air beads of sweat were forming at Willy's neck and under his armpits and they trickled down his chest and ribs, tickling in their own as they did.

 

The tickling went on for several minutes and poor Willy howled with laughter through it all.  His desperate struggles weakened as his energy was depleted and eventually he just hung by the ropes and let the laughter flow while he tried to think of something else.  His throat was getting parched and the air was growing hot.  He wished that the boys would get tired of this and stop.  Piper left Willy's belly alone at this point and started squeezing his knees.  Willy once again launched on his toes but he was so tired that he sagged back down.  He stamped his feet as he laughed, hoping against hope that they would stop the tickle torture.  Piper squeezed his knees like fruit and Eddie jolted about with what little was left of his energy.  He thought he was about to snap when the tickling fingers finally lifted away.

 

"Piper, you untie him."  Eddie instructed.  Piper worked on the knots while Eddie placed a steadying arm around Willy so he wouldn't fall.  The little boy was exhausted from his ordeal and he rested his weight against his big brother.  Eddie slowly lowered him to the deck.  Willy lay prone.  He felt himself being turned onto his stomach and the weight of Eddie sitting on his bottom.  Suddenly he realized that the tickling wasn't over.  Eddie was gathering his legs up and Piper pulled his arms forward and sat on them.  Willy gave a weak wiggle but he couldn't resist the two boys.  Holding Willy's legs in a bear hug, Eddie started tickling up and down the bottoms of his bare feet.  Piper meanwhile tickled up and down his ribs and sides.  Willy squealed with laughter and wiggled plaintively, his belly rubbing against the wooden deck.

 

Eddie held Willy's legs tight together and felt the boy's desperate struggling underneath him.  The legs swayed forward and back slightly from the youngster's straining.  Eddie looked at the ticklish feet in his thrall.  The balls and heels of the feet were darkened slightly from running about the deck but the soles of the feet remained a bright pink.  He scuttled his fingers up and down the bare soles.  Willy squeaked and his little toes wiggled in protest.  Eddie explored various tickling techniques.  He tickled the creases under the toes, prompting the toes to clench down hard and his brother to buck from underneath him.  Eddie pressed on, tickling deep between the toes and hearing his brother howl with laughter in reply.  He tickled without mercy until the boy started to cough.  They gave the boy a small break to collect himself before resuming and Eddie dragged his fingers up and down Willy's poor sensitive soles.  Willy squirmed weakly underneath him and Eddie heard a scream of frustration as Willy summoned energy for another desperate burst of thrashing and struggling..

 

Max had been napping below deck when he was roused by a piercing scream.  He blinked his eyes and rolled out of his bunk and it registered that it sounded like one of the boys.  He raced up to the top deck, hoping none of the kids were hurt.  As he ran up the steps he turned and saw the boys near the mast.  He walked up, observing the source of the noise.  He saw his little nephew pinned under the two boys and laughing for all he was worth as he was tickled on his feet and body.  The poor little guy looked to be at the end of his rope too.

 

"Oh boys."  He called.  Eddie and Piper looked up and then released Willy and got to their feet, grinning sheepishly.  Max noted that Willy was too tied to even move.  "Why don't we get to work on some chores.  You two can scrub down the deck.  When we're done we'll heave to and go swimming.  Eddie buzzed his lips and Piper sighed but the boys dutifully departed to fulfill their task.  Max reached down and scooped up the prone boy.  He carried the little fellow below and gently set him in his bunk.  He figured Willy earned the right to rest while the boys worked off their pent up energy.

 

"You okay, little guy?"  He asked as he stroked the boy's sweaty hair.  Willy managed a nod and curled up on the bed, looking away from him.

 

"They've been picking on you an awful lot, I've noticed."  Max remarked.

 

"Yeah."  Willy replied.  "They keep tickling me too.  And they tickle me really hard till I think I'm gonna die.  They play their court martial game where they find me guilty of something and give me tickle punishments."

 

"I noticed.  Well I think it's time they stopped so I'll talk to them.  In fact…..how about you and I give them some tickle punishment of our own?"

 

Willy turned over to face him and looked up with gleaming eyes and a mischievous smile.

 

"You bet!"

 

……….
The sun was low on the horizon and in the process of setting as the Sprite rested, hove to with her ladder down.  The three boys were now swimming in the water, laughing and splashing while Max cooked supper.  Eddie chased after Willy and dunked him then went paddling after Piper.  Piper kicked his long legs and shot through the water like a torpedo.  It took Eddie a considerable effort to chase him down and deliver a dunking to him as well.  Willy snuck up behind Eddie and grabbed onto his shoulders.  While the two boys wrestled in the water Piper splashed the both of them.  Willy climbed atop of Eddie's shoulders and the two boys tottered toward Piper like a kid voltron.  Piper easily kept away, his floppy feet and long legs making it easy for him keep his distance in the water.

 

"Supper, boys!"  Max called.  The sun had just disappeared under the waves as the boys turned and paddled for the boat.  They all climbed aboard.  Max pulled out some towels.  He handed one to Piper, threw the second over Eddie's head, making the boy giggle, and dried Willy with the third.  When the boys were dry, they took a seat in deck chairs and were presented with a meal of swordfish kabobs.  The boys dove into their meal, chattering happily in between mouthfuls.  The conversation ranged from their next port of call and inquiries of the next good fishing spot to thoughts of home and the girlfriend that Eddie had waiting for him.  Cupid struck while Eddie was in seventh grade and now he was absolutely smitten and his waiting girlfriend was the one thing he found himself missing out here on the water.

 

"Having fun, boys?"  Max asked as they talked.

 

"It's been great."  Eddie replied.  "But I wish I Jenny could have come."

 

"It's awesome."  Was Piper's reply.  "I wish I didn't have to go back to school."

 

"I like swimming."  Chimed in Willy.

 

"You really seem to like picking on your brother."  Max mentioned to Eddie.  "He told me about your court martial game."  Eddie grinned impishly and chuckled.

 

"Yeah.  Willy is super ticklish and it's fun to make him laugh.  You should try it."

 

Max poked Willy's bare side and Willy yelped.  He gave his uncle a playful dirty look though the two shared a smile as they knew what was about to unfold.  Eddie, still clueless to the evening's plans, continued to chatter.

 

"We got him good today.  We tickled him so much he was screaming."

 

"I heard.  He woke me up from my nap."  Eddie chuckled again.  "Don't you think you're a little hard on the kid?"

 

"Nah.  We're just messing around.  Willy knows I love him, right Willy?"  Eddie hugged Willy around the neck and Willy smiled at the older boy.  The two loved each other, but payback was still coming.

 

"Well it just so happens that I'm calling a court martial of my own.  And you're on trial."  Max stated.  Eddie paused through a mouthful of cooked swordfish.  He stared blankly at his grinning uncle.

 

"I'M on trial?"

 

"Yep.  I charge you with being a bratty big brother."  Eddie swallowed his food a chuckled nervously.

 

"Me?  I'm not bratty."

 

"We'll leave that for the jury to decide."  Max said.  "Willy?"

 

"GUILTY!"  Willy called with a smirk.

 

Eddie fidgeted anxiously.

 

"What's…..what's the punishment?"  He asked with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that he already knew.

 

"Willy?"

 

"There is only one punishment for such an offense and that punishment is death by tickling!"  The little boy declared.

 

Eddie hopped up from his seat, backing away from the table as a pang of terror washed over him.

 

"Dude, are you actually ticklish?"  Piper asked.

 

The truth was that Eddie was horribly ticklish.  He was as ticklish as his little brother.  It was a fact he had managed to conceal from his mischievous friend and even his girlfriend but he felt a panic as he sensed that this secret was about to be broken.

 

"Get him!"  Willy called.

 

Eddie spun on his bare heels and ran for his life.  The man and the two boys tore off after him.  Eddie ran hard, but he quickly discovered the truth that so tormented Willy.  On the small little boat that they were living on, there was nowhere to run to.  In a manner of seconds, he was cornered at the bow.  Piper and Max took a hold of his shoulders.  He felt a certain detachment from reality as they led him to the mast   There was a curdling fear in the pit of his stomach, as much so as if he were about to face a flogging like the old sailors used to.  He was so very ticklish.

 

"This should be fun."  Piper said as he guided the boy to his doom.  Max and Piper pushed him against the mast and pulled the young teenager's hands behind his back.  His wrists were tied together and the three then stood before him, grinning evilly.  Eddie's heart raced as he realized there was nothing he could do to stop what was about to happen.

 

"Willy."  Max said.  "You can start us off."

 

Willy stepped forward and made one single motion.  He stuck his index finger into Eddie's bellybutton and wiggled it around.  Eddie squealed with laughter and he felt a twinge of embarrassment as his adolescent voice cracked and came out much higher than he would have appreciated.  He began to dance around on his toes, but none of his squirming could dislodge the finger that wiggled devilishly in his sensitive bellybutton.  He was as helpless as a toddle before his little brother's tickling.  And Willy was reveling in the power he had over his brother at this time.  With just one finger he had the big kid squirming like a worm and laughing away.

 

"Let's make him do the hula!"  Piper called.  Piper stepped forward and tickled Eddie's sides just above the waistband of his swimming trunks.  He made his thumbs an forefingers into crab claws and tweaked his friend's soft sides.  Eddie yowled and gyrated about.  The teasing of his navel and hips caused him to do a fair approximation of the hula and the two boys did an impression of music to accompany it.  Max laughed to himself at the silliness of the boys and the frantic gyrations of his poor trapped nephew.  He decided to join in the fracas.  It was hard to do as two boys were already crowded in front of Eddie, but he squeezed in and smirked at the cackling boy.  He decided to give Eddie the great tormentor of little kids everywhere.  He bent down and buried his face into Eddie's bare stomach.  Eddie knew what was coming but was laughing too much to protest.  Max blew hard and a farting sound blasted from Eddie's tummy.  The poor boy howled with laughter.  Max took a deep breath and blasted his belly a second time.  Eddie's knees buckled and he sank slowly to the deck, still laughing hysterically as he did.

 

Max left the two boys to swarm tickle Eddie's belly.  A new target had presented itself.  Max took a seat by Eddie's legs and sat on the boy's legs, leaving his feet sticking out before him.  The lad must have known what was about to befall him as he curled his toes down in dread.  But Max spidered his fingers over Eddie's bare soles and there was nothing for the boy to do but laugh all the more.  Max tickled up and down the wiggling feet.  Se soon discovered that if he stroked Eddie's arches he caused the boy's toes to fan out reflexively.  He soon had Eddie locked in a torturous cycle.  He would stroke Eddie's arches then as his toes spread out he would drag his fingers up and down his soles.  The legs would jolt within his grip and the toes would slam down in defense but one stroke along the arches would open them back up again.  Feeling evil, he occasionally opened up the toes and tickled furiously in between, causing Eddie to scream in hilarity.  Using one hand, he pried the teen's big toes back and scribbled without mercy upon the bottoms of his feet.

 

Eddie felt as though he would die any second.  He felt twenty fingers from his brother and friend digging into every inch of his poor bare belly.  They were drilling their fingers deep and Eddie could only lean his head up and howl at the rising moon like a boy werewolf.  He tried his best to curl up but his uncle Max was sitting on his legs.  As Piper moved up to his ribs, Willy took full advantage and explored every inch of Eddie's midriff on his own.  Throughout this ordeal he never once pulled that maddening finger outside of Eddie's bellybutton.  He wiggled it insidiously against that tiny little knot of ticklishness and Eddie's sanity was strained to the breaking point.  Uncle Max meanwhile was making it all the worse with his feet tickling.  Eddie strained to clench his toes but that action was now impossible.  As he was tickled all over Eddie had no breath to speak but he could only think that he would never tickle torture his brother again if the group would please for the love of heaven stop tickling him.

 

The tickling went on and on for nearly half an hour.  Eddie laughed wildly throughout it.  When the three finally stopped tickling Eddie was a tickle shattered wreck of a teen.  He leaned to one side and panted as Max undid the ropes.  He had endure more tickling in that short span of time than he had experienced in his whole life.

 

"That was fun."  Piper said.  "We should do that more often."

 

"We're not done yet."  Max said.

 

"We're going to tickle him more?"  Piper asked, incredulously.

 

"No, we're going to tickle YOU more."  Max said with a grin.  "You were torturing Willy too."

 

Understanding flashed upon Piper's face.  And terror for he was quite a ticklish boy himself.  The thirteen year old turned and ran for his life.  Of course, it was futile.  Instinct prompted one to run but the little boat provided nowhere to run.  Max and Willy took off in pursuit and chased the lad below deck.  They caught him in the small recreation room and tackled him to the floor.  Max got some rope and they hogtied the lanky boy right there where he lay.  Now it was Piper's turn to suffer the tickle torture.  They turned him upon his back for the first round of tickling.

 

Willy started, going for the belly yet again as was becoming his preference.  He blew a couple of raspberries into Piper's belly, prompting some girlish giggles from the tall lad.  Then he launched a vicious belly assault that had Piper laughing hard.  The athletic teen had very vulnerable abs and they fluttered under the wriggly ministrations of Willy's fingers.  Meanwhile Max squeezed Piper's knees and added to the burbling laughter that echoed off the bulkheads.  Piper's knees were soft and rounded and quite ticklish.  The boy trembled and strained to kick with every squeeze.  Max could hear the smacking sound of his feet stamping against the tile.  Tied as he was, Piper's whole body was rocking as he thrashed about.

 

Eddie lay on his side upon the deck, still breathing heavily from his ordeal.  The sea breeze ruffled his hair and he shivered.  Once the sun went down it got cool fast.  Summoning the dregs of his energy, he sat himself up and leaned against the mast.  He could hear Piper's laughter, wild and unbridled, coming up from the hatch.  He might have felt sorry for the kid but Piper had tickle tortured him as mercilessly as Willy and Max had done.  He was please that Piper's voice had gone just as high as his.  Piper would have no ammunition as they shared the young teen weakness of the cracking voice.

 

The boat rocked gently and the motion was soothing but it was too cold to sleep where he was at.  Eddie slowly got to his feet and padded toward the hatch.  His poor feet still tingled from Max's tickling.  He trundled down the steps and into the cabin below.  Piper's laughter was growing louder.  There was the galley to go through and then the rec room before he reached the berths.  And in the rec room he found his friend.

 

They had turned Piper over onto his belly and were torturing his feet mercilessly.  Max had pulled his toes back while Willy ran his fingers furiously over the helpless soles.  Piper was helpless with hysterical laughter, his belly squeaking as he twisted upon the floor.  Eddie smiled in satisfaction.  His friend was definitely getting it as bad as he had.  He contemplated joining in but they had the young boy wild with laughter without his help and he was exhausted.  Eddie cringed as he saw Max wiggle his fingers into Piper's toes.  The poor boy spasmed and his boyish shriek was earsplitting.  Eddie plodded on to the berths.  He picked a low bunk and plunked himself into it.

 

Eddie was just about to fall asleep when he noticed the laughter had stopped.  Soon he heard footsteps and Piper came staggering into the berths, an arm wrapped around Max's shoulders.  The man helped the exhausted boy lie down.  He whispered some words and ruffled the kid's hair.  Piper curled up and dropped into a deep sleep right there.  Max then picked up little Willy and deposited him in an upper berth.  He spoke to him and patted the boy's head as well.  He turned to give Eddie a wink before turning the lights off and leaving the boys to slumber.

 

There would be plenty more tickling during the remainder of their voyage but an unwritten rule now stood.  If any boy should tickle his other buddies too much, Captain Max would balance the scales.

 

The End